The words aren’t coming now.
No pallid metaphor.
No crooked simile.
A complete and total victory.
Emotionally checkmated an unworthy opponent.
The only way I could ever talk to you
Was through these words of mine.
But you’ve taken them now.
They were always going to be yours,
I just wanted to give them to you.
I was playing for time.
And you were playing to win.